Keep Your Eyes Open

Pay attention
To what you see

You see a people
Being murdered

You see a land
Being blotted

You see a dream
Being slaughtered

You see this
And you believe

In your presidents
And your chancellors
And your prime ministers

That all will be taken care of
That all is in the best of hands

But no my friends

All will be forgotten

The wounded
The maimed
The killed

They will all be forgotten
Replaced by news
Of other similar injustices
That will be well taken care of

By our democracies
By our charities
By our enlightened civilization

Yes
It will be taken care of

By the ones who really rule

The dark lords
Of capital
And hidden organization

What you see is the world
A perpetual scream of the weak
A perpetual genocide by the strong

Keep your eyes open
You might just be next

Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program

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